We're all God's children
All in his likeness
Except possibly the females
It says so in a book
So it must be true
These hefty tomes
That gather yellow dust
With their huge
Iluminated letters
Make you believe in anything
The wilder the better
Oh for simplicity again
Paganism was more fun
Having a God of wine
Is eminently more sensible
Than having a God of love
Give us time to evolve God
And we will end up like you
It is written and it is true
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